1. Wishing I were a Female.


    Date: 3/19/2017, Categories: Gay Male, Author: bobtheboy, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    After my first experience of a man fucking me, who was dressed in female undies, stockings, high-heel shoes, I wanked and wanked myself at night fantasising about being dressed simailar myself and having men fuck me. It took some months for me to pluck up the courage to venture down that path. During this time of uncertainty, I had two or three sessions with men dressed in lovely sexy female undies, who let me fuck them in the same park toilets. The feeling of their stockinged legs rubbing against mine as I fucked them, was delicious to say the least. Also the feel of the silky nylon slips they wore gently waving across my tummy was very exciting. It all helped me come to the conclusion that I must try it. Men dressed like this attracted me to them like steel to a magnet. So I was hoping that I could have the same effect on other emn, especially with my youthful body. I decided that I would have to plan carefully what I wanted to buy, so I made a list which included panties, stockings, slips, bras, a pair of heels, make-up, and a wig. This was the time when female wigs were very popular, so it was very easy to get one or two and not very expensive. I decided that I would go to a store and buy the gear at a reasonable price, not cheap and not too expensive. But I wanted to look good, a quality looking girl. I went to different stores for each of the items, telling the assistants that these were for my wife's birthday. I don't know if they believed me as I was only eighteen ...
    at the time. But I eventually got all my sexy items together. Then I had to hide them in my bedroom. Didn't want my parents finding them. The night came when I took the plunge. I dressed in the undies and stockings and put my outer clothing over them. I took the wig, shoes and make-up in a bag out with me and went off to toilets on the outskirts of the city which were famous for cottaging. [Cottaging is sex with men in public toilets]. Cottaging was the whole go then, with many married men indulging in the filthy sexual practices which went on. They were wonderful days. When I arrived I went into a cubicle and stripped off all my outer clothes, put on my heels and wig, then with the help of a small pocket mirror I put my make-up on. It wasn't very professionally done, more sluttish if I am truthful. But looking back that was probably the best look for what I was hoping to achieve that night. I wanted cocks and I wanted them badly. I was by this time as randy as hell, I thought I looked like a girl and wished I was a girl for those men to fuck. I sat in the cubicle waiting and wanking, psyching myself up into a sexual frenzy. It wasn't long until a man entered the next cubicle. I followed the example of the first man I encountered dressed in undies, I stood with my back against the partition wall opposite the glory-hole. I knew whoever it was would look and see me dressed. I stood with sexual excitement coursing through my body. I had not experienced such sexual feelings like ...
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